To the dumpster-truck outside

To the 5.30 clockwork wake-up clatter
Slam-dunk a hole in zen and shatter
this bubble-membrane void.
To the ironfisted zilla exploding
against a concrete wall beneath my ear beholding
crawling into the headspace
that was -this- a moment ago now-
Fists. and popcorn rocks and clash crash
crocks and BooM

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